I’m currently 35,000 feet or so above the Pacific Ocean, enjoying my second gin and tonic and thinking about having a third. I’ve got about two thousand pages worth of dystopian sci-fi on my iPad with a violently snoring octogenarian enhancing the ambience, so the next 14ish hours are destined to be a jolly romp. Thankfully, “Humanoid” by Bernhoft’s been stuck in my head the entire flight. It’s a welcome companion.